Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.